I’m generally not one to brag. But guys, I’m kind of a German chocolate cake expert. Really.
You see, my husband’s all-time favorite, “if you could choose one thing to eat for the rest of your life” dessert is German chocolate cake.
And he requests it for LITERALLY every. single. special. occasion. in. his. life.
We’re talking birthdays. Anniversaries. Promotions. New jobs. New houses. New babies. Arbor Day. (Okay, no, we don’t actually celebrate Arbor Day. But you get the picture.)
We’ve been married eight years this August, so I’ve made approximately 23988948594543 German chocolate cakes in my life. If that doesn’t make me an expert on the subject, I don’t know what does.
And trust me when I say that if there’s a new twist on the German chocolate cake out there, I’ve tried it. I mean, you can only make the exact same cake so many times before you just get bored out of your ever loving mind.
In case you missed it, it’s my birthday week! (or is it birthweek? Is that a word?)
So long, 27. We had some good times, didn’t we?
And hello, 28.
There’s nothing particularly special about 28, really. It’s not like 21, where you become a card-carrying, bona fide adult. Or 25, where you celebrate being alive for a whole quarter of a century. I mean, that’s kind of a big deal. Or 30. I’ve been told 30 is big. I’ll let you know how I feel about that one in a few years. Or 50 or 100 or any of those really monumental birthdays.
It’s just 28. Just another year.
And yet, I believe there’s always something special about a birthday.
It’s a celebration. It’s a tangible milestone in this adventure we call life. It’s a chance for reflection and goal-setting and maybe even a little bit of dreaming. It’s an opportunity to look at your life, figure out exactly where you are right now, and do a little thinking about where you’d like to be in the next year.
And so, because it’s just what I do, I give you a few random thoughts and lessons from this brand new 28-year-old.
Guys. Today is my husband’s birthday.
And can I just say that I am one blessed lady to be able share in celebrating this man’s 28th birthday?
In the seven years we’ve been together, this guy has taught me more about love, faithfulness, grace, forgiveness, baseball, and Civil War-era history than I ever thought I wanted (or needed) to learn. I have had the privilege of watching him grow into the confident, determined, grace-filled man he is today. And I’ve also had the privilege of growing with him and beside him. I’m so thankful that he takes me as I am, obsessive compulsive tendencies and all, and loves me just the same. And I’m thankful for what an incredible father he has become to our tiny person. Seriously. Our little guy positively adores his daddy (and for good reason!)
I have the feeling that 28 is going to be a pretty fantastic year for this husband of mine. And I’m so glad that I get a front-row ticket to the show.
So Happy Birthday, babe! I’m so incredibly proud of you. And I’m so proud of your relentless desire to become the man God called you to be. I’m so glad that we get to do life together.